Julie wet her lips and frowned. Then she shrugged and let the picture drift from her mind as she finished her preparations for her evening with Billy.
Her outfit consisted of a tight white blouse with a thin ruffle down the buttons and around the collar and wrists. A black skirt, cinched tightly at the waist with a black cloth belt, showed her long slim legs to best advantage. The skirt hung down to just above the little girl's sweetly dimpled knees. She wore her best training bra, the one with the sleek silken cups that fit so nicely over her just-budding mounds. Her panties were plain white cotton. She had not yet had her first period, so the panties had no extra material in the crotch. When she pulled them up tightly over her hairless little puffy pussy, every sweet detail could be seen!
Secretly she purchased a pair of flesh-tone stockings and a pretty white garterbelt. Julie hated pantyhose. She wasn't sure exactly why, but they felt so constricting on her long legs, and when she didn't wear them, the cool air felt so nice against her bare skin.
Julie's heart was pounding hard and wild, her blood racing through her veins, as she pulled the stockings slowly upward over her long strong legs and hooked them to the garterbelt.
She stood up and checked her appearance in the full length mirror on the inside of her bedroom door.
She arched her back and drew her shoulders back to accent the small upthrusting of her just-budding breasts. Wow! she thought.
She pressed her hands firmly against her tight tummy, feeling the taut muscles, then let her palms slide upward to the undersides of her breast-mounds. She moved her thumbs up over her nipples and wiggled them back and forth over the front of her blouse, feeling the sensation even through the material of blouse and bra, feeling the tingling wonderful warmth grow slowly, deep down in the core of her nipples!
Oh! she moaned to herself, closing her eyes and letting her head fall backward. She stood before her mirror, slowly massaging her small but beautifully formed young breasts, her eyes closed and her long hair dangling loosely behind her.
Mmmmmm. Her moan was low and throaty, like that of a full grown woman in heat! She rubbed her thighs together, feeling the moisture come out on her skin down there, and the funny tension grow stronger up inside her virgin cunny.
It felt so nice!
She began to press her palms harder against her breasts. Her tiny nipples were hard under her moving thumbs, and tickled and itched and begged for scratching and touching and pulling and… and… kissing!
She was lost in her own sweet feelings.
"You're one damned sexy little broad!"
Julie screamed, gasped, straightened quickly, and slapped both palms hard over her mouth. It was Jerry!
"How dare you come in here without knocking!?" Julie shouted at her older brother as she whirled toward him, blushing fully and feeling the hot flush of shame sweep over her entire body.
Jerry was leaning casually against the doorframe, smiling in a way that Julie had never seen before. He was staring at her in a new way, too. Julie wasn't too sure she liked it.
But she wasn't sure she didn't like it, either! She pursed her lips in anger at him, cocked her head, but he pushed himself away from the doorframe and stepped fully into the room.
"Damned sexy!"
"Oh, stop it! Jerry! Stop looking at me like that, or I'll… I'll…"
Jerry grinned broadly. "You'll what, little girl? Tell Mom? Tell her what? That you were standing there playing with your little titties?"
Julie blushed again, lowered her eyes.
"Hey, little sister! Maybe I'll be the one to tell! How would you like that, huh? Maybe I'll tell Mom what I just saw you doing to yourself! Shall I do that?"
Jerry moved further into Julie's bedroom, reaching out behind him to push the door shut. "Hey kid! Answer me! Shall I tell Mom what I saw you doing just now?"
Julie was backing away from him. Her eyes grew wide, her mouth dropped open.
"No, Jerry," she said very quietly.
Jerry stopped right in front of her. His lower chest pressed against the front of her blouse. Julie swayed backward a bit to avoid his touch. She kept her eyes lowered.
"'No, Jerry'?" he asked. He put his thumb under his chin and jabbed upward, forcing her face up.
Julie had been trained from birth to obey the men in her life. Her mother never gave her father the slightest hint of backtalk, and often Julie had heard her mother crying in the bedroom after her father had stormed out to the kitchen for another beer. "Jerry, please don't."
Jerry grinned down at the little girl. "Don't what, kid? I haven't done anything to you."
Julie gulped, but it hurt her throat from the position she was being forced to hold. Her eyes wide, she watched her brother's face. He was obviously considering his position with her. Just how much could he get away with, in this situation?
"It's almost time to go, Jerry," she said with difficulty.
He lifted his other hand and checked the time.
"You're right. It is," he said. Then he added, with a snort: "Almost!"
Julie sighed and closed her eyes, turned her head so that her brother's thumb wasn't shoved up under her soft chin flesh.
"You know, Julie, I wasn't too happy about taking you and your boyfriend to the drive-in tonight. I mean, I had some pretty nice plans for Ellen and me. Now you're ruined those plans, and I think you ought to… well… offer some sort of… let's call it 'compensation'… don't you?"
"Hey, I didn't ruin any plans!" the twelve year old complained. "You and Ellen will be all alone in her car, and you can do exactly the same thing you'd have done in your car!"
"Smartass, are you? You know what I mean, Julie. You and your boyfriend are getting a nice free evening, all alone, and all because of me. What do you say? A little compensation?"
He reached out and stroked Julie's pretty hair, fitting it behind her ear.
"What kind of… compensation?" the little girl said quietly.
Jerry shrugged. He bent his lips close exposed ear and whispered, "Let me watch you play with yourself!"
Julie twisted away, shocked.
"No!" she shouted, rushing around to the far side of her bed. "NO!"
Jerry laughed openly at his little sister's shocked expression. He walked over to the door and pulled it open. Rubbing his nose casually, he turned back and looked at the beautiful twelve-year-old girl.
"You better plan on it, baby girl," he said.
CHAPTER TWO
Once they found a stall in the back row at the drive-in, Jerry hopped out without a word and walked over the crunchy gravel to Ellen's car, leaving the two young people alone.
They were sitting in the back seat, separated by about two feet of empty space. As soon as Jerry left, Billy slid over next to Julie, slipping his arm around her shoulder and bending his elbow so that his hand hung limply down over the front of the little girl's chest.
Julie felt as though her heart were bursting through her ribcage, but she let Billy keep his hand where it was. She was afraid he would think she was a silly little dope if she made any move to protect her tits from his hands. And yet, she had never let a boy touch her there. She was nervous, excited, frightened, and very, very eager! She couldn't wait for Billy to touch her breasts, even through the material of her bra and blouse!
And she dreaded it!
She had only one recourse – she grabbed Billy's dangling hand with both of hers!
Billy sighed, let his arm go dead-weight on the girl's shoulder. There was always his other hand. Billy cleared his throat and shifted his weight around, settling his body tightly against the girl's beside him, then placed his free hand on Julie's thigh.
Julie sighed, then bent her head to Billy's shoulder. She kept her legs pressed tightly together. She had no intention of letting him touch her there!